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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.