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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.