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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.