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 Malta and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Quantec,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.