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 United States and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.