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 Togo and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Eric Copeland to the disco 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.