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 Turkey and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.