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 Slovakia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.