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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.