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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.