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 Ethiopia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.