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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.