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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Avey Tare 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.