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 Andorra and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 MC5 to the punk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Wire,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.