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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.