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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Index,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.