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 Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
Symarip,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.