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 Italy and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 American Breed 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.