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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.