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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anthony Braxton 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.