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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
The Move,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.