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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Organ to the crunk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Pylon,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.