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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.