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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 güiro 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.