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 Germany and from Halifax.
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 Lille and Philadelphia.
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 oboe 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Magma,
Wings,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.