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 Mexico and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.