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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the disco 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.