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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.