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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.