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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Neu! to the punk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.