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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Morten Harket to the rock 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.