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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case to the crunk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.