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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Niagra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.