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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.