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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.