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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Andrew Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.