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 Niger and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.