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 Netherlands and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Avey Tare to the techno 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.