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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buckinghams to the crunk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.