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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.