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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Index,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.