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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Iggy Pop to the disco 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.