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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.