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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.