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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.