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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.