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 Benin and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Scion,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.