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 Korea North and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 chamberlin 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 Main Source to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.