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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.