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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.