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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Whodini to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Pole,
ABBA,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.