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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 oboe 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.