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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Funky Four + One 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.