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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Darondo,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.