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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.