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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.