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 United States and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T. Rex to the grime 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.