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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.