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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Average White Band to the funk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.