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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Names to the rock 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.