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 Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Can,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.