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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eddi Front to the rap 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
PIL,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.