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 Jordan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 The Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.