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 Austria and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.