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 Korea North 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
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.