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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.