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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 güiro 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Organ,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.