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 Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Magma,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.