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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Index,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Nas,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.