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 Latvia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Japan,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
the Normal,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.