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 Burkina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.