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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.