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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Roxette,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.