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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.