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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.