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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.