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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.