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 Ghana and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the grime 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.