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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.