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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 MC5 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.