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 China and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.