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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.