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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.