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 Burkina and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Wings,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.