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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Flipper 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.