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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Crime,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.