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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
UT,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.