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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
MDC,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.