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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.