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 Guyana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.