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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Black Dice to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.