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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra 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 disco 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.