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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.