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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.