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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Roxette to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.