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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.