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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the disco 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Gong,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.