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 Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Near. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.