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 Iraq and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.