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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.