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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.