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 Senegal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Ice-T,
CMW,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.