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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Ice-T to the grunge 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.