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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.