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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.