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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.