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 East Timor and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.