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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Smog,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
X-101,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.