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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
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 güiro 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 The Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.