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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.