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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.