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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
John Holt,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.