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 Croatia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.