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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.