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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.