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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Technova,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.