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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 The Names to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Organ,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.