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 Lebanon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angry Samoans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.