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 Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.