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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Joey Negro to the crunk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
PIL,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.