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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Schoolly D to the rock 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Monks,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Visage,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.