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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.