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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.