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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 a-ha to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.