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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.