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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.