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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.