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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.