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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
UT,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
cv313,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.