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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lakeside to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Index,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Organ,
Erasure,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.