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 Estonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 The Blues Magoos to the funk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.