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 Papua New Guinea 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the rap 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.