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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Simply Red to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.