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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.