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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the punk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Wire,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.