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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Move to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.