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 Cuba and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Joe Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Swans,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Technova,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.