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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.