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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.