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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.