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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.