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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
cv313,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.