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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Television,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.