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 Japan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt 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?
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.