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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.