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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.