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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.