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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Essential Logic to the funk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.