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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the dance 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K 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?
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.