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 France and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Nico,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.