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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.