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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.