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 Sudan 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 grime 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.