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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.