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 Poland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Mars,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.