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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.