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 Thailand 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Desert Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.