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 Austria and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 The Velvet Underground to the rock 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
UT,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.