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 Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Average White Band to the techno 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.