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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 U.S. Maple to the dance 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.