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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.