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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q and Not U to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
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.