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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Fuzztones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.