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 Benin and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
JFA,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.