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 Mongolia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.