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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.