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 Congo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the techno 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.