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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.