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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Television Personalities to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Crime,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.