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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms 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?
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.