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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
The Move,
The Cramps,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.