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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.