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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.