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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 48th St. Collective to the punk 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.