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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.