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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the electroclash 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.