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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.