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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.