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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Whodini to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.