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 Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.