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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.