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 Macedonia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Negative Approach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.