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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 guitar 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.