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 Palau and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gap Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.