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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the grime 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.