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 Spain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.