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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Donald Byrd 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.