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 Portugal and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.