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 Kosovo and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 H. Thieme to the funk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.