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 Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.