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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.