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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.