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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Rotary Connection to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.