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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Can,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.