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 Argentina and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.