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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 oboe 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.