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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
The Index,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.