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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fuzztones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
CMW,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.