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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.