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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Black Dice to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.