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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Cybotron to the electroclash 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.