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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.