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 Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Sixth Finger 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.