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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.