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 Slovakia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.