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 Sweden and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.