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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.