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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.