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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Index,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.