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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dual Sessions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.