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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 U.S. Maple to the rock 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.