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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.