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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
CMW,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.