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 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quantec 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.