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 Indonesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.