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 Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.