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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.