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 Belgium and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.