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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.