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 Monaco and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the disco 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Television,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.