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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New York Dolls to the dance 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.