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 Congo and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 The Evens to the dance 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.