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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Slave,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.