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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Evens 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.