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 Brazil and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.