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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the grunge 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.