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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.