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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Wire to the electroclash 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
EPMD,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.