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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.