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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Thompson Twins to the rock 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Index,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.