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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.