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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Television,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.