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 Italy and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Detroit Cobras to the rap 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Mars,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Cameo,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.