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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.