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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.