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 Nauru 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 snare 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.