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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.