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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Thompson Twins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day 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?
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.