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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.