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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.