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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
The Names,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.