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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.