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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.