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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.