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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.