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 India and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.