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 Ecuador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.