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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.