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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Lyres,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Urselle,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.