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 Oman 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Don Cherry to the crunk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Crime,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.