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 Argentina 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
Index,
JFA,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.