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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Brand Nubian to the rap 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
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.