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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joyce Sims to the funk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.