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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.