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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 The Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.