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 Saudi Arabia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
the Human League,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.