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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fortunes to the electroclash 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.