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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
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 harpsichord 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Crime,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.