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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 güiro 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Fear,
Magma,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.