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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.