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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dark Day to the disco 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
New Order,
Television,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.