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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Oblivians to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.