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 China and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.