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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.