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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.