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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Excepter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.