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 Macedonia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.