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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Moody Blues 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.