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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Scion,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.