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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.