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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Funkadelic to the funk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.