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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.