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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.