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 Brunei 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Depeche Mode to the disco 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.