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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the funk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Slave,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.