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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.