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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
Audionom,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.