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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Associates to the funk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.