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 Austria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.