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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Martian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.