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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.