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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.