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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.