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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.