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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.