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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.