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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.