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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the jazz 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.