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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Deepchord to the rap 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.