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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.