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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.