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 Burundi and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.