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 Uganda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.