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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.