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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Tres Demented to the grime 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Lalann,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.