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 Austria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.