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 Barbados and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 The Index to the jazz 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Remains,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.