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 Cameroon 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord 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 Intrusion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.