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 Togo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Q65,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.