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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.