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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantytec to the grunge 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.