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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.