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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.