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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.