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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 sitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.