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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Connie Case to the punk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.