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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.