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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.