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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 arpeggiator 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.