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 Syria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Monolake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
PIL,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.