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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.