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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Organ,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.