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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.