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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Index,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.