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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantytec to the crunk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.