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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.