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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Green to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.