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 Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Shadows of Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.