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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Normal to the punk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.