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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 The Martian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.