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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Monks,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.