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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
UT,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Magma,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.