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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Cameo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.