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 Tanzania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 U.S. Maple to the disco 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.