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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.