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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Can,
Skarface,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.