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 Mozambique and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Visage,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.