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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
The Move,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.