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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 harpsichord 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.