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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Tim Buckley to the techno 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.