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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
MDC,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.