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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.