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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.