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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.