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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dave Clark Five to the electroclash 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.