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 Malaysia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Essential Logic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
PIL,
The Names,
ABC,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.