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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.