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 France and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
Crime,
Niagra,
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.