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 Vanuatu 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Howard Jones to the rap 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.