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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.