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 Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.