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 Hungary and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Harry Pussy 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.