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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.