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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
New Order,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.