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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Television,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.