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 Malta and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.