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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.