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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 Television to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.