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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Anakelly to the electroclash 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
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.