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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Fall,
Crime,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Skriet,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.