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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Jeff Mills to the dance 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.