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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.