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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.