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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
Japan,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
the Association,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.