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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Mars,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.