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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Swell Maps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
New Order,
Section 25,
Q65,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.