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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.