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 Chile and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.