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 Kyrgyzstan and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.