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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the rap 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.