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 Solomon Islands and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.