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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.