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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
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 808 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 Negative Approach to the crunk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.