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 Benin and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 clarinet 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 J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.