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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Zero Boys 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
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.