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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 The Count Five to the rock 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.