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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Mars,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.