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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Intrusion 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.