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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 chamberlin 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.