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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 Mumbai and Halifax.
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 güiro 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
CMW,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.