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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Flash Fearless to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Can,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Neu!,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.