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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oblivians to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.