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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.