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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nils Olav to the techno 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
New Order,
The Move,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Index,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.