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 Chile and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Television,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.