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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.