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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.