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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Mad Mike to the crunk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.