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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Flipper,
10cc,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.