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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Nas,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.