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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the rock 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.