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 Tunisia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.