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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.