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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.