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 Jamaica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 güiro 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake 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?
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.