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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.