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 France and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
PIL,
The Leaves,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.