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 Malta and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.