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 East Timor and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Funkadelic to the crunk 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 Reed. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.