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 the UAE and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.