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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Procol Harum to the punk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.