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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Ossler to the rap 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.