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 Panama and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.