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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Angels of Light to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.