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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Human League 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.