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 Hungary and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.