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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.