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 Armenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.