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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.