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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.