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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.