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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.