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 Dominican Republic 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Sound to the electroclash 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
New Order,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.