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 Brunei and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Barrington Levy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.