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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.