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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 The Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.