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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.