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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cosmic Jokers 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.