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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.