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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.