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 Russia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.