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 Congo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Television,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.