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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.