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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 The Index to the techno 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.