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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
The Move,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.