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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Colin Newman to the grime 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Index,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Echospace,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.