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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Quantec to the crunk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.