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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 The Happenings to the rap 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.