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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.