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 Thailand and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Organ,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.