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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.