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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.