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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Smog,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.