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 Guyana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.