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 Belarus and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monolake to the funk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.