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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.