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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 New Order to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.