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 Sri Lanka 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Near to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Can,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.