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 Gambia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
UT,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.