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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scientists to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.