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 Sweden and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.