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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Deepchord to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.