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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Eric Copeland to the rap 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.