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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.