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 Malta 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
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 rhodes 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Aswad,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.