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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Warsaw 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.