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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Slave,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.