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 Hungary and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.