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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.