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 Iran and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 rhodes 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 Blossom Toes to the rock 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Nas,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.