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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.