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 Congo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Duran Duran to the rock 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.