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 Chad and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 The American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.