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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Chrome,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.