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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Cluster to the disco 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.