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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.