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 Zambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Little Man to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.