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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the funk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.