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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.