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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 John Holt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.