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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
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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.