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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.