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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.