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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.