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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Fania All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
New Order,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
June Days,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.