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 Burundi and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Section 25 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Franke,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.