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 India and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Aswad to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.