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 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.