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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.