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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 June of 44 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.