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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Audionom to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Organ,
Section 25,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Visage,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.