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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the funk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.