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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 oboe 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 E-Dancer to the funk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.