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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.