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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.