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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Pussy Galore to the dance 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.