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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Flipper,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.