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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Stooges to the jazz 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.