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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Pylon to the grime 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.