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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the techno 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.