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 United States and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
New Order,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.