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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.