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 Nauru 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.