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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Scrapy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.