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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.