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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.