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 Serbia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Babytalk to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.