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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.