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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masters at Work to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.