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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.