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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.