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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Suicide to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.