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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.