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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
The Index,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.