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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 clarinet 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.