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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Soft Cell to the jazz 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.