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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.