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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 a-ha 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.