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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 theremin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.