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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the grime 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.