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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.