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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Nico 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.