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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.