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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Visage,
X-101,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.