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 Cameroon and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.