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 Togo 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the dance 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.