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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Neu! to the rap 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
UT,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.