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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Names to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Television,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.