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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
DNA,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.