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 Angola and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.