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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Agent Orange to the dance 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.