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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the rap 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
cv313,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.