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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eddi Front to the disco 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
the Germs,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.