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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
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 snare 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.