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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.