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 Dominica 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
the Germs,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.