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 Tanzania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Essential Logic to the punk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Magma,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.