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 Germany and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the punk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.