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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the disco 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 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?
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.