Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uganda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eric Copeland to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.