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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Neil Young 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Fear,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.