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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.